In His Eyes

.... Found

They were sitting in the airport, relaxing in the first class lounge when  he admitted the first part of the deception.

"Beth....." he wheedled like a little boy with a big secret. "Be-eth...."

She trusted him, but she knew something was up. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at him with a small smile. "Yes, Thomas? Something you need to tell me?"

"I may have... I mean, I might... I mean, I did actually tell a teeny tiny fib!" He blushed cutely, and she almost laughed. Almost, she decided to play along.

"You know what happens to naughty boys who fib, dont you Thomas?" She said in a low, throaty voice.  Her eyes stared into his, and she could swear his pupils dilated as he listened to her chastise him.  "Am I going to be annoyed with you, you naughty boy?"

"No," he whispered. "I don't think so."

"You dont think so, what Thomas?" She was getting into her stride now.  This was probably not how he'd anticipated this particular conversation going at all. She was enjoying having the upper hand for once.

"I dont think so, Miss?" He folded his hands meekly in front and licked his lips nervously.  They were in a private booth, shielded from prying eyes, not that there were many at 10 am on a Wednesday morning.

"Good boy, now what fib did you want to confess, Thomas?" She laid a hand high on his thigh, almost at his crotch. His suit trousers, she noticed with relish, were getting increasingly tight.

"I..." he swallowed and tried again. "I don't have any work to do.  We're spending two weeks in the Caribbean. At Ben and Sophie's. Just us and two weeks of privacy."

She paused.  Half of her wanted to keep the roleplay going, and half wanted to just kiss him into the middle of next week.  He'd arranged all this, including the first class flights, just for her.

She decided just to be grateful. He deserved the thanks.

"Oh darling, that's so sweet of you. Thank you so much.  That kind of fib is perfectly acceptable." She kissed him softly. He smiled for a moment, and then his face changed.

"So... so you're not angry, Miss?" He asked quietly. "You... you're not going to punish me then?" His pupils definitely dilated this time as she licked her lips and ran her hands up his thighs, staring him down. 

"Oh Thomas, naughty boys like you get punished in private. Not in front of others. Are you an exhibitionist too, Thomas? That would be VERY naughty." She whispered, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear, making him groan.

"Fucking hell" he lost all semblance of restraint. "If we dont stop now Im going to fuck you right her on this fucking couch, public or not." He growled and looked at her "and I KNOW that's what you'd like so..." he sat back, crossing his legs and reciting Tube stations inwardly.

"Oh, you absolute tease Thomas Hiddleston.  Just you wait!" She grinned and sashayed off to the toilet to pull herself together.

Ten and a half hours later, they drew up to the front of the most beautiful villa Beth had ever seen.  Set in it's luscious garden, it even had a path to their own stretch of private beach. 

Walking into the house, it smelt of coconut and jasmine. Someone - they later discovered Ben had arranged a private chef for them as a surprise - had left cocktails and canapes in the large fridge.  The chef would come in each day to prepare their meals and clean up after.  They had two weeks of isolated bliss ahead.

They unpacked, and since the time difference meant it was only now early afternoon, they went down to the beach for a swim.

Walking over the powder white sand towards the aquamarine sea, it seemed almost unreal.  The palm trees swayed and over to their left, pelicans swooped in to fish.